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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Homeland Security

We huddled close;I wanted to tuck infold out bushpush back sandand silence the wind.We huddled close to one another;he didn't pray but Iguided by measured breath and chant,I rocked;watched the light flicker in our womb.I wanted homeland security.We huddled close, each to the other.

LaTonya, this is so sensual and lush -- I love the huddling and the rocking and the flickering. Nice use of "homeland security" -- the lack of it is palpable in this piece. Thank you for stopping by :)

o, wow. Out there, or bringing the bush and sand into our own heartland, this defines the space where security truly abides, up close and personal regardless of different ways of prayer--ths is the womb of peace.

Oh, I see. I read the poem before and after the comments, and it took on a different meaning. On a personal level, we all need security, protection ... a universal need. When put into the context of war, it gives the poem even a stronger impact. Well done.

Very moving. I can only imagine as to what it must feel like to be so far away from home and having only one's own brethren for company, all the while knowing that separation is ever imminent. I respect this insight very much. Well done.